Team Of Three

It Is Here...

George looked out over the land, a stone village stood proud on the mountains before him. It was truly a sight to behold as it was once in shambles. His sword rested against his hip and would shift as he did. The same weapon that was used to put the tyrants in their place, tearing down the place itself. He could remember that day as clear as any other, standing with only himself and his two friends. A smile graced his features as he thought back to it.
There in front of him, back on that glorious day, was the last village, practically a city bathed in blood before they even stepped foot inside. A single weapon sat at his side as it will for years to come, a silver sword. As the group of fighters made their way through the masses, laughing rang through their voices. It was joyous to see the enemy fall and the citizens who watched from their windows couldn't help but smile as they radiate positivity. The balanced sword swung through the sky as villains now of old came one by one to defend their stolen land. The moment the warriors made it to the center of everything they came for, people burst out of their homes, singing and rejoicing. A beautiful sight and the three boys had such large smiles on their faces, it was contagious like a plague in the city. They stood no higher than anyone else and laughed among everybody present.
Standing next to George looking over the wonderful terrain was Sam. His bag carried his only weapon he would ever find true use in, a quill. The writer, skilled with his words could also remember the memories refusing to wash away with the tide of time. He stood with George and their third friend, waiting for the right moment to pursue victory.
Standing in the square, he could see throughout the village, the architecture was a horrid sight against the glittering day. His trusted weapon rested in his hand as the parchment coiled in his fingers. He spoke out against the tyrants to the ocean of people waiting to hear his words. He laughed as jokes were made at the expense of the two others fighting with him. His sharp wit made it impossible to tune out what he had to say and the actual fight was almost unnecessary after he was done. Alas the fight still happened and when all was said and done, he stood amongst his friends laughing and singing with their new people and watching as their actions were praised.
The King approached the hillside viewing a vast plane and mountains on such contradicting sides. Dressed in armor fit for someone of his status, a sword poised at his side and a bow to accompany a quill full of arrows, anyone who caught sight of this man would be embraced by the strong aura he held. The stunning cape draped over his shoulders and the golden crown atop his head pays heed a warning. Two men, one skilled with swords and one skilled with words sat overlooking the indescribable view. The King approaches as they sit in blissful memories.
"Enjoying the view?" He questions with a hint of amusement. Sam and George are quick to turn to the voice and scramble to get up. Keeping a face of udder serious as not not offend their ruler, they bow and address him accordingly,
"Your Highness." Mere seconds went by before the two doubled over in laughter along with the royal. As friends, they could never take each other seriously while jokes were common ground and laughter was found in every day. The King found his way next to his friends as he dropped his weapons and his armour, no longer needed as he was safe now. Smiling as bright as ever he took off his cape and moved it from his own shoulders to that of George. The swordsman looked surprised at the action yet looked at his friend with fondness and appreciation for all he had done. A similar action was made in the direction of the writer as a crown was given a new perch. A confused noise slipped out and the King only laughed at his baffled friends. He slung his arms around their shoulders effectively pulling them into a sort of hug. They made their way back to the hillside as the sun sank into the ground, a rainbow of blue and orange faded into the horizon, spilling onto rooftops like rain on a perfect day and the King remembered the most glorious day of their lives.
"How does the view look from those bushes?" Sam whispered to George and a small snicker was heard from the opposite side of the offended man.
"Don't act like you're not trying to see through them too Sam," George scoffed as he held back the urge to laugh. Another muffled noise came from Geroge's right and all heads turned in Noah's direction. He struggled to muffle a laugh yet again and simply moved out of the other two's hearing range. Now it was George and Sam's turn to muffle laughter as the action was made.
"We're never going to get anything done like this," Noah joked and they each made the attitude switch. Plan already set, the three of them were the only ones to be going in. In the dark of the stars, they made their way into the village only to wait until morning. As watch shifts were taken and sleep was scarce, the night seemed to pass quicker than it should have.
Easily blending in with every passerbys, the trio made their way to a public place. Weapons concealed and letters on the tips of their tongues, words were spewed sharper than any blade. Rebellion was moved from mouth to mouth and hands passed on the ideas of action. An all too simple feat was made that day and soon the plan was in many people's hands.
As the sun set once more, the three warriors strolled through the dark knowing that encouragement was coming from behind every door contradicting the fight that was around every corner. It started with Sam still standing in the square; quill, ink, parchment, and sword ready to strike whoever dare approach him. George made his way around streets taking down every tyrant to cross his path. His blade pierced many as large barrels helped him slow down each foe. The civilians held their word of helping subtly and staying out of harm's way. By the time George found his way back to Sam in the square, a pile of figures littered the streets. Noah stood low atop roofs, bow aimed to shoot and sword open to slay. He and his friends moved quickly as any figure threateningly approaching Sam was quickly stopped and every human George was unable to spot was ended before they got any closer.
The night dragged on and the masses were slowly reduced to nothing but a whisper in the wind. As dawn broke, the last foes fell and cheers rang throughout the boys alerting the ones hidden away behind walls that the fight was over. Songs of joy rung against their ears as their own laughter and celebration reverberated amongst many others. Noah, out of the corner of his eye, saw a man run into the woods. He kept a smile and pushed the thought away as many were lost and needed to be found near the trees.
The trip home for the men was long yet joyous as they moved across fields and through woods. Stories of the night were shared through wide smiles and glowing eyes.
"Sam, I had seen someone going to the square where you were and I just snuck up behind them. All of a sudden boom! They were on the ground before I could even touch them," George chuckled. Noah laughed as he also recalled finishing the guy before George could get there.
"Well I was practically doing nothing. I swear you guys are too good!" Sam exclaims as he pointedly looked at the others. This time George bursts out laughing and Noah gives him an amused look.
"Well would you rather have to fight off a ton of guys or just let me take care of it because I can?" More laughter came from them all as Sam pretends to really think over Noah's words.
Noah's laughing comes to a stop as does his feet once a small nose comes from beside them. It's unlikely to be more than an animal but after such a huge success, the canopy of trees were making them all uneasy with the prospect of interested travelers. Before anyone can blink, Noah rotates and sweeps his arm in front of Sam effectively pushing him to the ground far away from his original standing point. At the same time George threw his sword at the source of the noise.
"Down with your tyranny!" Echoes off the trees as a man clad in enemy armour falls to the ground. George begins to laugh at the ridiculous idea and Sam starts to shout in protest as to why he had been so unkindly shoved. George lets out a snort as he goes to retrieve his sword and Noah is spewing apologies while offering his hand to Sam.
It had to be only minutes later when the three realized what really went down in those woods. Now having made it to an open field, Noah was becoming aware of a not so pleasant feeling in his side. Looking down and keeping pace with the others, he inspects the area and notices a dark color seeping through his shirt. Muttering out a curse, he starts slowing down, catching the other's attention. They slowed to a stop as well and looked back at their friend. A shaky hand was now pressed to his side and the wrong color made its way through his fingers. A small thud sounded throughout the empty planes and Noah's knees hit the ground. George and Sam were quick to run at their friend, determined to help.
"Noah, what- shoot, look at me Noah, when did this happen?" George stuttered out, ever concerned and frantic when someone was injured. Sam on the other hand had Noah's hands moved out of the way to apply pressure to the wound. George was moving to put Noah's head in his lap as he tried to get his friend to stay conscious.
"Honestly I think it was in the woods but I thought I just scratched myself or something," Noah laughed out. He instantly regretted it because a few, hard coughs made their way through his lungs. George was starting to panic even more if it was even possible and looked to Sam with pleading eyes. Sam on the other hand couldn't look up to meet George's gaze understanding that it was his fault Noah was injured in the first place.
Noah started to feel warm drops of something wet that wasn't from him. He looked up to see two figures standing over him and oh! It was his friends and they were sad. Sam was sad obviously because he was crying but why on earth would Sam of all people be crying? He was always such a strong fighter, Noah hoped Sam didn't get injured at some point to make him cry.
George and Sam looked down at Noah as he babbled on about Sam possibly being injured. They couldn't help but share a worried look as their friend laid amongst soft grass and a clear sky. George was starting to let the salty water drip from his eyes as he understood the circumstance.
"Sam we need to do something, help him." Sam had to look away only confirming what George feared the worst.
"I'm sorry," was all Sam could muster. Noah on the other hand seemed to regain a bit of understanding on the situation.
"How ironic is it that we go through all of that fighting only to get jumped in the woods," Noah joked, making him laugh again. Many coughs involuntarily slipped out causing blood to come to his mouth. A depressing silence overtook the group and Noah spoke up again. "Hey, it's going to... I'm going to be alright." He smiled as he said it even though they all knew what reality had in store. "Sam, Gorge, it's not either of your faults, there's nothing any of us could have done, really. Well actually this might be my fault." Noah was smiling and Sam opened his mouth to protest many things but ended up shutting it as he was unable to form any words. Noah was the only one able to continue after he let a few more coughs wrack his body. "Please promise me one thing though." The two friends looked on with watery eyes and hesitant movements, desperate to hear the final words of their fallen ruler. An unstable hand made its way to George's face, wiping away a slow falling tear and leaving a delicate crimson smudge behind.
"Remember me as your friend and nothing more."
Those few words hit the two survivors like a freight train as Noah's eyes slipped closed and his breathing slowed to a stop. They sat there for what could have been hours but time seemed to stop as they processed the events. Carefully, Sam removed bloodstained hands and moved them under Noah's body. George silently backed up and stood on untrusted legs and moved to walk close to Sam. They made the rest of the trip in movements devoid of sound, determined to bring their friend home to have a proper royal funeral.
As the two boys sat on the hill overlooking the village they conquered together, tears slipped from both sets of eyes and smiles full of sorrow graced their features. Each had a head resting on the shoulder of their most courageous friend, the swordsman sinking into the cape and the writer feeling the weight of the crown. Memories swarmed their thoughts with a day they could both remember as clearly as any other, like it was yesterday, full of laughter and song. Like how it used to be.

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A/N- this is it guys let me know what you think. There are 2379 words, the word limit was 2500 and I did this at like 11 at night, took me around two hours, and I actually kinda like it. Obviously it's a bit fast with the limited amount of words but yeah. I'll probably do this again if it comes up for next year so we'll see if I remember Wattpad enough to post it. :)